My temporary job as a shepherdress ended yesterday. I didn't like the way I parted with Gon's sheep because I rushed it through. I remember Tyger wishing me to go to next month's Flying Folks Tournament with him. He said that he would be happy only if I was there to watch. To his disappointment, I declined the invitation. The decision was no more because I was scared of this dangerous game than because I could be ungodly busy then.
Chang came over for dinner today. I told him what I thought would be a good topic for his photo essay, which he would soon need to submit for his next round of graduate application.
"if I am somewhat ashamed of my sentimentality and the way it apes my deepest emotions, most people who cry in movies do not usually live their entire lives in response to the experience, nor do they reflect analytically upon their tears. I have."
-Dr. Michael Harrington
(copied from Mike's Facebook. I am surprised that Dr. Michael Harrington doesn't know that there are just very blue people around. These blue men and women only turn red in the dark facing a movie screen.)
